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More than words

This is a sorta sonfic about jasper and alice as told by jasper. hope you like it. This is only my second fanfic so i still plea for you kindness.

This story is dedicated to all my dedicated reviewers from my first fanfic. i love all you guys!!!

1. I don't want to hear that

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I lay here thinking of Alice and what she means to me.

I don’t deserve her; she gives me more love than I’m worth.

She is a dream and angel that loves unconditionally. I fear that when I blink my eyes she shall disappear and I will be alone for eternity once more.

As I lay here and think of the things she does to me I recount the times that she has dazzled me and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Her smile lights up my day and every touch makes my breathing erratic.

Being alone in my room means that I have time to think of Alice and why I don’t deserve her. She says I’m silly for believing things like that but she doesn’t know how much I would give just to spend a second with her.

I would endure centuries of unrelenting torture just for her to utter my name. I drift into la la land whenever I’m in her vicinity. She makes my dead heart come alive and beat loudly for her.

And just when I began my endless list of her strong points a song comes on the radio, I wasn’t paying much attention to the meaningless lyrics of today’s music.

But this one was different, it spoke of a man’s love for his woman, he didn’t want to here her say that she loves him but instead for her to use more than words to express her feelings.

I didn’t feel as if I had the right to tell my Alice how to show her undeserved affection for me. I shouldn’t even be allowed to be possessive of her.

I feel as if fate had dealt everyone in the world a set of cards and I got lucky, extremely lucky.

And just as I began another string of thoughts about the perfection that is my wife, there she was entering our room.

I had to blink to make sure she wouldn’t disappear like I was certain she would.

In a gust of confidence I pulled her to me and kissed her long and hard. Trying to put all my feeling for her into that kiss, trying to show her with movements what she meant to me and I was afraid that she didn’t feel the same way.

And when I let my insecurities get the best of me I pulled away and stared into her face ready to apologize for my spontaneous actions.

But she merely griped my hair like a vise and pulled my face to her own, she kissed me with more heart then I could ever comprehend.

And when she pulled away after what seemed like eternity there was a question in her eyes and a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Though I was certain she would ask her question and give me her heart stopping smile at my answer, she simply said “I love you” as truly as if she were saying that the sky was blue.

I returned her smile with my own and said as she had “I don’t want to hear that” her face fell and I quickly clarified what I meant.

“I mean you don’t have tell me you love me, all you have to do is close your eyes and just reach out your hand and touch me, hold me close don’t ever let me go. I can’t tell you what you mean to me in words but rather actions. Your touch sets every one of my nerves on fire and I can’t tell you how good that feels.”

I felt silly for stealing lyrics from a song to talk to my wife and tell her about all the feelings that threatens to bubble over whenever someone say her name.

Instead of giving me her own drawn out love speech she placed a soft sweet kiss on my lips and laid her head on my chest and ran her hand up and down the length of my arm occasionally squeezing my hand or letting her fingers travel higher up to trace the planes of my face and to run her fingers through my hair.

And I soon realized that she was telling me she loved me without words. Or rather with more than words.